He Left Me To Die Novels & Stories

I look in his eyes as I say it. He smiles back “ I love you too.” He replies. I start to leave the room taking my popcorn bowl to the kitchen and I see him start to settle back into the couch turning the TV to a game. He also now has his phone out and he’s typing a message to someone with a smile on his face. I stand in the doorway for a few moments just watching him. I can’t help but feel like I’ve lost him and I just don’t know what to do. ++

I become the man who abandoned her at the moment she needed proof that she was still worth staying for. I try to imagine walking out. I can see it with brutal clarity—the way the hallway would swallow me, the way the door would close behind me with the same soft finality it always does. I can see Leah asking for me later and being told I stepped out. I can see the confusion turning inward, calcifying into something permanent. He left because I got sick. He left because I wasn’t whole anymore. And if she dies—whether tomorrow or years from now—that story will be the one she carries to the end. My jaw tightens. Leah pulls back slightly, searching my face.

“If you're so miserable then leave. I’ll find a better woman for my son in no time” At a point, that statement would have hurt me. “Well better get to it now, because I will soon be leaving. We don't want to waste time to find another woman for Declan to cheat on and disappoint”. “You…” I cut her off. “Best of luck, Dorothy”. Her jaw dropped. And then I walked away. “Where are you going? How dare you walk out on me?!” I tried to push her annoying yelling to the back of my head, walking even faster. Because if I stayed one more second, I might commit homicide.

That was how Jessica had been able to steal my autopsy conclusions every time. She had fabricated the surveillance footage showing me sneaking to read her notebook. She had taken advantage of the similarity in our build and side profiles. When I found out, I had deliberately returned to my hometown to ask Grandaunt Tabitha to help me remove the cursed worm. Unfortunately, the only way to break the worm hex was for the host of the mother worm to die. That was why I had gone along with everything, which led to what happened afterward. At last, everything was settled. I had finally found the answer to the mystery of my tragic death in my previous life.

“That means I would be allowing you to kill my own grandfather.” “Maybe you won’t believe me, Doctor, but I believe if Grandpa wants to leave this world… he will go on his own.” “There’s no need to force him.” “Maybe Grandpa no longer has the strength to wake up, but I know he’s holding on for me.” “He’s doing it for me…” “So please let things stay like this for now. Grandpa is the only one who loves me in this world.” “If he truly wants to leave, I believe he will go on his own.”

“The doctor said he told Enzo then: the baby was gone and future pregnancies were unlikely. Enzo said it was fine. Fake blood.” I paused mid-bite. Just for a second. I tossed the core into the trash and wiped my hands. That night, I sat by the window. The broken streetlamp across the street still flickered, like someone trying to dial a call that would never connect. I remembered the night in my last life: my child, tiny, in my arms. Enzo outside the door. Fire creeping through the gap. His eyes empty. Not hate, not anger, not the thrill of revenge—just emptiness. A person gone, leaving only a living body behind.

It was full of everything we had lost. "You left me," Chloe whispered. "You left me with her. You left me with him. You left me in that house and you did not come back for me." "I was dying, Chloe," I said. My voice cracked. Just a little. "I was dying. I was poisoned. I was hit by a car. I died for seven minutes. I did not leave you. I was taken from you." "You did not even say goodbye." "I tried. I tried to tell you. I tried to reach you. But you would not look at me. You would not hear me. You wished I was dead."

Before our marking ceremony, Alpha Theodore Pierce let his childhood sweetheart, Eliana Vale, throw me into a walk-in freezer for a pre-wedding test. I have cold agglutinin disease. Prolonged exposure to cold can trigger acute hemolysis. The pack's chosen best man and maid of honor stood outside the freezer. They held up their phones and started a livestream. "If you want to be our Luna, kneel and beg Eliana." "Promise that once you accept the mate bond, you won't come between her and Alpha Theodore." Half an hour later, the freezer door finally opened. I was on my knees on the ice, my fingertips frozen blue-black. I no longer had the strength to lift my head. Jeering comments flooded the li

Not when her own sanity was dangling by a thread. Miles away at the sprawling, semi-renovated estate, Matt lowered his phone slowly from his ear, staring in stunned, absolute disbelief at the dead, glowing screen. His sharp eyes sweeping over the charred electrical panel and structural destruction. Beside him, a junior worker named Caleb rushed over, his eyes wide with panic. What did she say? Is she placing an order for another one? "She ended the call," Matt muttered, his voice flat with disbelief as he looked at the mess. "She literally just hung up on me telling me to handle it."

The System told me that, as a mission taker, I stood a chance of resurrecting my beloved if I cleared the game. As such, I dedicated my heart and spirit to charm the villainess, even if it meant dying ninety-nine times. When I played the game for the hundredth time, she sent me into a room with a deviant, just to satisfy her crush's whims. "You're not going to die anyway. I don't mind letting you be my boyfriend if you just make Henry laugh." She didn't know that there was a hidden rule—once I played the game a hundred times, my wish of resurrecting my beloved would be granted, success notwithstanding. I shall hence disappear from her world without a trace.